unreality – noun, plural
unreality – noun, plural
technophobia – noun
Elderly people are often thought to suffer from technophobia. I disagree with this. While some elderly people may not use much newer technology, this doesn’t mean they are afraid of it, just that they enjoy using what they know and are comfortable with. Their generation is known for their upcycling abilities and using until the item until it can no longer be used for anything else and this is a wonderful ability to have. They are a ‘waste not, want not’ generation and one the younger generations could learn from.
Technophobia relates to the fear or anxiety of the effects of advanced technology and actually this quite a rational fear to have if you look at history. Nuclear technology has proven to have severe setbacks and dangerous consequences that were never thought of when discovered.
Advanced technology also brought about home computers and internet which has proven to have some major setbacks as well. With this advanced technology comes advanced criminal activity as well. Tech savvy people found new ways to steal from people.
Typically, people suffering from technophobia suffer due to the fear of learning how to use the new technology. There are so many gadgets with so many buttons to push or sequences to learn to use what use to be basic and simple and their minds go into maximum overdrive of fear because of it.
I admit, I ask my husband when it comes to setting up anything electronic. My head automatically think electronic processes should be so much simpler than they are. His brain automatically says they are simple. Not saying this is a Mars vs. Venus moment because it truly is not. Men and women equally either comprehend or do not comprehend electronics. I feel it is a left-brain or right-brain battle in this case.
One common cause of technophobia: “Popular culture, including sci-fi books, movies and TV shows can also instill this fear. Many movies including Terminator and I, Robot (which shows machines taking over the world and doing what the Humans are supposed to do) could also instill the fear in an anxious mind. Even early 19th Century literature classic, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, is based on the premise of how Technology could backfire.” – http://www.fearof.net/fear-of-technology-phobia-technophobia/
Historians believe the demise of Atlantis was brought on by the highly advanced technological advances of this city. The Atlantians are thought to have been so much more advanced than our current population has ever dreamed of because of their strong conviction to keep up their advanced ways, they failed to educate themselves on the downside to their advanced civilization and learn from it to ensure a future. Their arrogance and complacency in looking at the bigger picture became their destruction. Of course, this is just my theory based on the research I have done on the Lost City of Atlantis. There are so many possibilities. Mine offers me a fun subject to write about though. (Someday, a book will come from this musing.)
I know I suffer from technophobia to an extent, do you?
The possibilities are endless. #justkeepwriting #justkeepwriting
unquiet – adjective, noun
definiens – noun
Yesterday can be defined as ‘The day of Unquiet’. Between the weather, the air in the house and the sense of gloom hanging over everyone’s heads, no other day could have been more unquiet.
When an outdoor storm is brewing, definiens are easy to decipher; thunder in the distance, lightning in the sky, dark, gray clouds looming overhead. However, when an indoor storm is brewing, the definiens are often hidden by obscurity, ignorance or blindness in general. Whatever the reason, the storm brews more intense until it spills over, drowning everything or everyone in its’ path or it dissipates for it’s own reasons.
Finally the sun came out late yesterday afternoon and the indoor and outdoor storms seem to quiet themselves.
The scary part is the unknown if the sunshine will stay over a few days or not. That is life. After every storm, the sun will shine again and that is the known. Humanity can rely on that.
If you are a regular reader of this blog and follow our BookKids blog posts, then you already know that we love dogs and summer time. Here’s one more bookseller love you can add to the list – food. Yes, there are a bunch of foodies and home chefs on our staff. As a result, we like to talk about food, eat & share food, and we absolutely love books about yummy food.
Some recent books that caught our foodie attention —
We are also really looking forward to sinking our teeth into upcoming releases I Yam a Donkey
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Due to consistent stormy weather yesterday, June 11, 2015, my computer was unplugged most of the day and therefore, no stories or Word of the Day entries on my blog.And…my cell phone is too small to do much typing on.
The good news is that yesterdays Word of the Day was an obsolete word anyways…‘sblood so no loss there for my type of writing.
cavort – verb
Stormy weather often makes for a highly creative day for me. The intensity of the storms induces flow of creative juices throughout my brain and body. My best ideas are usually brought forth.
So when the weather forecast said ‘Stormy weather throughout the day and night’, I was ecstatic, cavorting throughout the house. Lucky for me, my night owl kids slept through my commotion.
When I finally settled down, I knew my computer would have to stay unplugged, so I took pen to paper and starting writing my sixth children’s picture book.
The thrill of using my favorite method of writing kept my momentum going. Now today, I can start the process of editing my new book which is quite fun.
That said, I now need to end this #WordOfTheDay entry and get back to work.
It is FRIDAY so make it count!
Best to all of you,
pentimento – noun
This time I have a mysterious story using this word. Let me know what you think.
Natalie found a beautiful painting at a garage sale. She did not recognize the artist’s name but she fell in love with the painting none the less. The brushstrokes were exquisite and defined.
For $10, she had a steal of a find on her hands.
At home, Natalie found the perfect spot to hang her painting of the light in the woods; right across from her favorite reading chair in the living room. It was her talisman and muse.
Quite often, vivid dreams would occur at night after spending an evening gazing at the painting. These dreams were magic to her and held promise of the wonderful life she would soon be having. Natalie reveled in these dreams.
On Christmas Eve, she held a party for her friends at her home. Several of her friends had seen the painting before on one of the many occasions they had been to her place but this night was different. The painting took on a whole new aura.
“Hey Nat,” her friend Santo called above the music. “Your forest painting seems to have a glow about it tonight. Did you do something to it special for Christmas?”
Natalie squinted her eyebrows. She walked over to Santo who was standing directly in front of her painting, staring at it.
“Um, no Santo,” she replied. “Same old cheap painting that I love.”
“Hmm. Must be the magic of the night then. I just do not remember there being glitter in the bottom corner of the painting. I thought for sure you sprinkled it there for the season,” Santo explained.
Natalie looked over her painting. sure enough, Santo was correct; there was glitter stuck to the bottom right corner of the painting. She reached forward to brush it off but when she did, her fingernail caught the chunk of glitter, tearing it away.
“OHHHH'” she gasped.
“I guess I will have to fix this,” she said calming down. She tried to smooth the corner of the painting but as she did, she noticed where she scraped off paint, there was already different paint there.
Santo watched her intensely. “Nat, you have a pentimento there.”
“A what?” Natalie asked.
“There is another painting underneath this one of your beloved forest of light. Someone painted over a different painting.”
“Oh,” Natalie nodded her head.
Then her eyes lit up. “Famous artists’ work have been discovered under such paintings as this.”
“This is true Nat. What are you going to do?” Santo asked.
“I am not sure. The forest of light painting has brought me such joy and peaceful sleep that I do not want to destroy it just because there is a minute chance a famous artist’s work is under it. The painting under is is probably one the current artist did not like and painted over. I will really have to think about this.” Natalie said.
“Good idea. Your forest of light is a feel good painting. Let it keep you feeling good.” Santo advised.
“You may be right Santo. I see some of my guest are leaving. I need to say good-bye. We can talk later.” Natalie said rushing off to her exiting guests.
Santo studied the small corner section that Natalie had scratched off. The color below was a deep brownish almost dried blood color. He shivered. he always preferred cheery colors and greens and blues. Deep muddled colors and black were never his favorites even though they do have their place in art. As he studied it, sadness crept over him, a deep, unknowing sadness, like he would never see joy again.
Suddenly, Natalie was by his side again.
‘Santo, Santo, earth to Santo,” Natalie was saying.
Santo snapped out of it.
“Natalie, please just add a few brushstrokes over this corner. Do not look into what the painting is below. Your forest of light is beautiful and joyous. Keep it that way. you really do need to paint over the corner you scratched off though.” Santo said, his eyes darting to the painting as he spoke. He fidgeted with his his hands as he spoke.
Natalie was taken aback. Santo never used her full first name. “Okay Santo. You don’t have to weird out on me. I love this painting but I will have to wait until the twenty-sixth to get the proper paints to fix it. None of the stores are open on Christmas Day.” Natalie said.
“That is good. The sooner the better. Trust me please.” he rushed on.
“I understand Santo. How about I pick you up the day after tomorrow at ten a.m. and we pick out the paint together?” Natalie offered.
“Okay. I have to go now. Midnight mass with my family you know.” Santo said, rushing to leave. “I will see you then.”
Natalie smiled. That was weird, she thought.
The rest of her guests were ready to leave so she bid them a good night and a Merry Christmas.
Joyful dreams were not to be had for Natalie that night though.
Congratulations to the following Wisconsin Authors and Illustrators who were just named Award winners by The Children’s Book Award Committee of the Wisconsin Library Association’s Youth Services Section for 2015.
Crystal Chan wins the 2015 Elizabeth Burr/Worzalla Award for her children’s novel, ‘Bird’. Published by Atheneum Books for Young Readers.
Ann Bausum* is named the Notable Author for 2015 in children’s literature and also wins a 2015 Outstanding Achievement in children’s literature award for her book, ‘Stubby the War Dog: The True Story of World War I’s Bravest Dog. Published by National Geographic Children’s Books.
Thelma Lynne Godin also wins a 2015 Outstanding Achievement in Children’s Literature Award for her book, ‘The Hula Hoopin’ Queen’. Published by Lee & Low Books.
Tom Lichtenheld also wins a 2015 Outstanding Achievement in Children’s Literature Award for his illustrations in the book,
‘This Is a Moose’. Published by Little, Brown Books for Young Readers.
Julie Mata* also wins a 2015 Outstanding Achievement in Children’s Literature Award for her children’s novel, ‘Kate Walden Directs: Night of the Zombie Chickens’. Published by Disney Hyperion.
Deborah Underwood also wins a 2015 Outstanding Achievement in Children’s Literature Award for writing her picture book, ‘Here Comes the Easter Cat’. Published by Dial Books for Young Readers.
Keep the excellent work up Wisconsin Authors and Illustrators. You are wonderful at what you do!
The link to the full story is http://wla.wisconsinlibraries.org/wla-blog/entry/2015-06-09-bird-written-by-crystal-chan-wins-2015-burrworzalla-award
*Denotes SCBWI-Wisconsin members.
#SCBWI #WisconsinLibraryAssociation #awards
obsolescence – noun
As my body shut down, the distinct realization that I would soon be an obsolescence brought peace to me. I would never be a physical burden to anyone. I hit that magical milestone of one hundred with a party and a bang (my family had a party for me at the park with fireworks). I even had all of my faculties intact the way I wanted and managing to drive right until this end.
My long life had purpose and meaning and now it was time to move on to watch over others in an ethereal way. I have been summoned.
Obsolescence is my physical self, spiritually aware is now my soulful self. With this, I am good.
urbane – adjective
Lenaya was new to the socialite scene of the Upper West Side in New York City. She married into it and now her mannerisms, speech and even her text messaging and social media posts were to reflect the urbane finesse expected of her.
This is a great writing prompt to get your creative juices flowing.
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